Bex sails to Byzantium

In a weird room carved with faces, having waded through flooded tunnels, seen bones, and flowstone, yellow stalactites the colour of nicotine-stained fingers, passages whose rooves were held up with Victorian wood swallowed by calcification & the permanent drip of limestone, two hours underground after the abandoned railway tunnel we found... Bex, reading a poem.

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